A pile of heavy winter boots
Makes puddles by the kitchen door
And icy mittens, hats, and coats
Reflect the snowy day’s explore.
The day was rich and fast and fun
And all the beds are filled, but one.
So I did something today I’ve been putting off for four years: I opened my daughter’s art toolbox. | Read More
Though the sound of this storm has been deafening, beneath it–faintly, beautifully–I hear the symphonic melody of my Father’s love. | Read More
Everyone tells you the first year after the death of a loved one is the hardest. The first birthday, the first Christmas, the first Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. And for me, the first year after our daughter's death was no cake walk, mind you. But what I had not expected is that the second year is really | Read More
As our Midwest winter has oozed its way into spring, my husband and I have arrived for eight days in Orlando with two goals: 1) to recover from yet another brutal winter in Chicago, and 2) to not spend a lot of money. | Read More
But who foresees a frost this early? Who predicts a freeze at the peak of the growing season? The early frost brings an end to burgeoning fruit and growth and life. | Read More